The midpoint between heaven and earth seemed to buckle, the sound torn away before the blast even detonated.
For the space of a single, agonizing breath, neither attack gave an inch. The black-and-crimson shaft of the Soaring Azure Dragon Spear ground directly against the crystalline tip of the Skyfire First Arrow, spitting jagged, violent forks of violet spatial lightning that hissed like boiling oil against the empty air. The dragon phantom coiling around the spear gnashed its jaws against the white-hot celestial flame, its roar warping into a high-pitched, metallic shriek.
Then, a fracture opened.
Right down the center of the spear's dark shaft, a hairline seam of blinding gold split the metal. The seam ran forward, branching into dozens of glowing veins.
CRA-CRA-CRACK!
The cursed spear groaned under the intolerable pressure, then burst from the inside out.
